tuesday afternoon.

I wanted more cigarettes
I needed more alcohol
"I would rather drink excessively than think at all"
I missed the bus
by only a minute
It was such a golden afternoon that I chose to walk
instead of waiting
for the next one in half-an-hour
I was actually feeling happy
I would hop every so often
out of habit
to see over the fence
that obscured the view of the city
from the winding roadside
I had just started going downhill again
When a car stopped suddenly beside me
screeching to a halt
I felt a sudden jolt
When I realised that it was you
(but also
for some reason
at the very same time
I knew before I saw you
that it was you)
There was no-where to stop
so you drove onwards
you parked at the most hilarious angle
across my driveway
I had no idea what you were going to say
I braced myself
to break a little bit more
but that's not what you were there for.
That's not what you wanted to do
The smile on your face & the glow
of the sun in your hair
the way in which we held each other
standing there so simply
I could hear the pulse & your breath
in your neck
And it was as if I allowed my heart
to start beating again
I felt it defrost
and we kissed on the bricks
with the view of the city before us
and all the pain behind us.